can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it
im like the moon
nights pass you see the phases
in monsoon
foot on the gas like im racing
i might crash
shit I crash on daily basis
yall shit not bad just not my taste
and I find a lot of yall shit tasteless
but still I move w grace and pray for them like goodness gracious
god please
teach these niggas how to rap
or at least enlighten them on the time they wasting

can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it
can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it

I watch my hands turn to calcium
And calculate balance as I’m looking for my salvation amalgam
I get my taste from the fountain
Bring some paint
to put my name on the chalice
Running past a memory I wanna challenge can’t fake it
Can’t learn and can’t take it
Can’t move time but wanna make it
Can’t move my eyes from the spaceships
Can’t make the drive with ventilation
Can’t keep my mind from creating
Can’t fight urge to deviate from the basics
Oblongata where I aim with a lesson in breath taking
I can’t pass, till the ash I gotta face it
I can’t grasp, on all that flashes through my brain
My star sign resides with the pavement
The same place I’m a car ride away from
making stains in
I know I need to learn patience but I’m looking for a balance between complacency and peace with my expiration

can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it
can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it

Am I running in place
Can you look me in my face
And tell me the truth
Can you tell me when I’m wrong
You’re my little bit of peace
Spliffs passed on the roof
Moonlit nights
Cereal with the cartoons
Hand me the spoon
But you the big one
Her hand felt my heart
Thump in my chest
Back then my biggest vice
Was flesh
Now it’s getting high
Sitting on the Lord’s steps
Lord help
Me reach and grab the moon
Vert gone
Achilles snapped
But the average never dropped
Every track he slapped
Achilles snapped again
Still score 50
Cause I have to win
With these verbs I bend
Watch him ascend
So look out for the downfall
But I’ll probably never touch
The ground dawg
I’ll never touch the ground dawg

can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it
can’t run away
from the past gotta face it
can’t pass
til the ash I gotta face it